Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Belarus and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Cecil Taylor to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Delta 5,
Cluster,
Al Stewart,
Albert Ayler,
Boogie Down Productions,
Easy Going,
Connie Case,
Charles Mingus,
Wolf Eyes,
Essential Logic,
Alton Ellis,
The Young Rascals,
The Leaves,
The United States of America,
Gichy Dan,
The Pretty Things,
Toni Rubio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cymande,
Jacques Brel,
Ten City,
Japan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Frankie Knuckles,
Unwound,
Absolute Body Control,
AZ,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Vladislav Delay,
Pet Shop Boys,
Donald Byrd,
Babytalk,
Stiv Bators,
Michelle Simonal,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Q and Not U,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Harry Pussy,
The Monochrome Set,
The Divine Comedy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sister Nancy,
Lyres,
Urselle,
Godley & Creme,
This Heat,
Tom Boy,
Leonard Cohen,
Erykah Badu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Whodini,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mars,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Evens,
Warren Ellis,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Slits,
The Selecter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.